If you come from Paris to Budapest you think you are in Moscow.
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But if you go from Moscow to Budapest you think you are in Paris.
quote by Gyorgy Ligeti
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Radio Free Moscow
Tune into messages
From the eastern avenue.
Lock on to the ether ---
Squeeze the signal through and through.
War of the air-waves
Making scare-waves.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Moscow radio.
Voice of america ---
Symbol of the free.
Mine of disinformation
Pleading sympathy.
Down in the cold-war games
Forever naming names.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Keep getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
I put my headphones on ---
Reach out on the beam.
Shutter up the windows ---
Im getting up some steam.
Somebodys at the door
Catching me in the act ---
Theyve been keeping the score.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Yes, Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Budapest
I think she was a middle-distance runner...
(the translation wasnt clear).
Could be a budding stately hero.
International competition in a year.
She was a good enough reason for a party...
(well, you couldnt keep up on a hard track mile)
While she ran a perfect circle.
And she wore a perfect smile
In budapest... hot night in budapest.
We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
Dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
She was helping out at the back-stage...
Stopping hearts and chilling beer.
Yes, and her legs went on for ever.
Like staring up at infinity
Through a wisp of cotton panty
Along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in budapest.
You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.
Feel it blowing from the sidefills. feel like you were playing for your life
(if not the money).
Hot night in budapest.
She bent down to fill the ice box
And stuffed some more warm white wine in
Like some weird unearthly vision
Wearing only t-shirt, pants and skin.
You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle.
But the boys and me were heading west
So we left her to the late crew
And a hot night in budapest.
It was a hot night in budapest.
She didnt speak much english language...
(she didnt speak much anyway).
She wouldnt make love, but she could make good sandwich
And she poured sweet wine before we played.
Hey, budapest, cha, cha, cha. lets watch her now.
I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant.
She would have sent blue shivers down the wall.
But she didnt grace our table.
In fact, she wasnt there at all.
Yes, and her legs went on forever.
Like staring up at infinity.
Her heart was spinning to the west-lands
And she didnt care to be
That night in budapest.
Hot night in budapest.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Paris, Please Accept Me, As A Human Refugee
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
the patience, eating the happiness
the pain, eating the patience
and the pain, eating the pain
I AM SICK, paris
treat me, sister
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
exile, on my papers
restrained, ..
in my lines
so free me, paris
treat me, paris
I BELONG TO YOU, ..
sister
my home, the colours of MONET
my room, is a water flower
my air..
is the scent of FRANCE
and my refuge..
is a place by RENOIR shrine
so take me paris..
as your..
renoirian..
REFUGEE.
poem by Ahmed Khaled
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Suburbs Of Moscow
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Out on my own
In the suburbs of moscow
Out in the rain
Walking down this long avenue
Out to the crowds in the square
Feelings are high everywhere
But the feeling is gone
And I cant break away
(living in moscow)
Out in the cold
(so cold)
When theres nowhere to stay
Look at the girl
Gazing through the window
Clutching her books
Memorising every line
Keep your belief at the start
This was the faith in my heart
But the feeling is gone
And I cant break away
(living in moscow)
Out in the cold
(so cold)
When theres nowhere to stay
Where can we go
In the suburbs of moscow
Watching the rain
Beating down empty streets
Yes, the feeling is gone
And I cant break away
(living in moscow)
Out in the cold
(so cold)
When theres nowhere to stay
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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In Paris
The houses are close to sky,
And sky is lower to earth - attraction?
In great and joyful Paris town
I feel the same and secret anguish.
The boulevards keep noise in evening,
The last ray of the sun is gone.
And everywhere you see people,
Walking in pairs, in accord.
I am alone here. Its so sweety
To lean to chestnut with my head!
And in my heart the Rostand's greetings
In verses, as in Moscow left.
And Paris in the night is alien and poor,
The previous delirium is better to my heart!
I'm going to home - the voilets're there,
And someone's portrait smart!
There a look in a sad-brer's manner,
There a profile on the wall.
Rostand and martyr of the Reidt there,
And Sara - will in dream come all!
In great and joyful Paris I am dreaming
About green grass and white clouds.
And then - the laugh, shadows nearer,
And pain is deep, as long before time.
poem by Marina Tsvetaeva (June 1909), translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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In Paris
Homes reach the stars, the sky's below,
The land in smoke to it is near.
Inside the big and happy Paris
Remains the secretive despair.
The evening boulevards are noisy,
Gone are the sundown's final rays,
And there are couples everywhere
Trembling of lips, daring of eyes.
I'm here alone. To trunk of chestnut
It is so nice one's head to lean!
And like in the abandoned Moscow
In heart weep verses of Rostand.
Paris at night is sad and alien,
Dear to the heart is madness gone!
I'm going home, there's vial of sorrow
And tender portrait of someone.
There's someone's glance, sad and fraternal.
There's tender profile on the wall.
Rostand and the Reichstadtian martyr
And Sara - in sleep come they all!
Within the big and happy Paris
I dream of grass, of clouds and rain
And laughter far, and shadow near,
And deep just like before is pain.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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In Paris With You
Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.
Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you.
Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy
Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.
Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There's that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I'm in Paris with you.
Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I'm in Paris with... all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I'm in Paris with you.
poem by James Fenton
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I Love Paris
Every time I look down on this timeless town,
Whether blue or gray be her skies,
Whether loud be her cheers, or whether soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize that...
I love paris in the spring time
I love paris in the fall
I love paris in the summer when it sizzles
I
Love paris in the winter when it drizzles
I love paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love
Paris, why oh why do I love paris
Because my love is here
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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I Love Paris
Nat king cole
(cole porter)
(can-can)
Every time I look down on this timeless town
Whether blue or gray be her skies.
Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize:
I love paris in the springtime.
I love paris in the fall.
I love paris in the winter when it drizzles,
I love paris in the summer when it sizzles.
I love paris every moment,
Every moment of the year.
I love paris, why, oh why do I love paris?
Because my love is near.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Restless Nights
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, herman rarebell, jim vallance
Blackout in london
Just slipn slide
Blackout in london
Im just about to lose my mind
Big time in paris
Times gonna fly
Big time in paris
Its cest la vie for me tonight
Here I go
To take the one and only road I know
In my life
Here I go
Another place to bare my heart and soul
Restless nights
Hot shot in dallas
A wild horse to ride
Hot shot in dallas
I dont know how but I survived
Rock hard in rio
Pure sex and crime
Rock hard in rio
Its just too much to take tonight
Here I go
To take the one and only road I know
In my life
Here I go
Another place to bare my heart and soul
Restless nights
Restless nights
Restless nights
Red hot in moscow
Turn back the tide
Red hot in moscow
The eagle rocks the bear tonight
Die hard in tokyo
Lexington nights
Die hard in tokyo
I barely made it out alive
Here I go
To take the one and only road I know
In my life
Here I go
Another place to bare my heart and soul
Restless nights
song performed by by Scorpions
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Paris(Lil Sis)
Paris is her name
Paris she beautiful
she got a pretty smile
pretty walk
pretty size
Paris..
Nice
cool
real
short
loveable person
Paris
take what u got and work it
let your haterz hate
your haterz are your biggest fanz
show that beauty
stop hiding it..
To My Bestfriend/ Lil Sis Paris Aka Mizz Killin U H**z
poem by Angel Wade
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I think it was in Moscow last year and I got changed for training the day before we played Moscow, but the fact is they actually wanted to do John's, me and John were next to each other and they did mine by mistake. John had done them I think. So yeah it is true.
quote by Frank Lampard
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Moscow
I'm living far away
In darkness every day
I'll never forget your smile
I miss your style
How can I go ahead
I need you I am sad
And I'm still running around
In a Russian town
Moscow
When the rain falls down in Moscow
When I'm all alone in Moscow
I am thinking of you
Wish the sky would be blue
Ladadi dadada
Ladadi dadada
Ladadi dadada
Ladadi dadada
I hear you call my name
There's still a burning flame
I wanna let you know
I miss you so
I never felt this way
And I don't wanna stay
But I'm still running around
In a Russian town
When the rain falls down
Falls down in Moscow
Im so alone
I am thinking of you
Wish the sky would be blue
song performed by by DJ Bobo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Far Memory.
I’m haunted by strange memories
of places I have never been
I can remember vividly
Street scenes I know I have not seen
It’s very strange and puzzles me.
I cannot see how possibly
I have access to memories
I know do not belong to me.
I see street scenes from long ago.
Though where they are I do not know.
The clothes are unfamiliar.
To me they seem peculiar.
I think it may be Budapest.
But honestly that’s just a guess.
It could be almost anywhere.
But I am sure I’ve not been there.
My wife suggests telepathy.
I do not see how it could be.
A temporal anomaly
which can’t exist apparently.
The learned experts all agree
it’s an impossibility
But can’t explain how I can see
Scenes from the eighteenth century.
I have a photograph which shows.
People in old fashioned clothes.
Which was taken in old Moscow
More than a hundred years ago.
Establishing the verity
Of the intrusive memories
The scenes I see so vividly.
Though how remains a mystery.
I know they are real memories.
Although the experts disagree.
I hope to prove eventually
these memories have reality.
They are passed down genetically.
Encoded in our DNA.
I will research my family tree
and try to prove it come what may.
Although it’s just a theory.
I will pursue it ardently
Some body in my ancestry
may well turn out to be.
A man who lived in old Moscow
Who emigrated to the west.
Although perhaps I’ll never know.
It gives my life an interest.
I like to think that there might be
somebody in my family tree.
Who will prove to be the key
which will unlock the mystery.
Of who perhaps I used to be
in the eighteenth century.
Which would explain the memories
apparently passed down to me
Saturday,21 August 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Paris Song
Paris so beautiful at night
And during the day is beautiful also
The Eiffel Tower is located in the center of Paris
But all the flowers in Paris are blooming in the parks
And at la seine
Yes spring is heret in Paris
And I am enjoying the spring
But the flowers in the parks here in Paris are beautiful
Because they are a show of colors
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Going To Paris
We are going to paris
In a ship with red sails
As the storm gathers slowly
We eat fishheads and snails
The mate jumps up, throws down a line
To a man overboard for the ninetieth time
And then he says with a wink
Sometimes I think
Ive been doing this forever!
We are going to paris
In a ship called the ? ?
There are signs in the sky at night
That the captain says hes seen
I keep books under my pillow
And read them before I sleep
Strange places I go to,
Strange companies I keep
We are going to paris
We are one and thirty strong
I can feel it in the air
Well be there before long
The wind has come
Like a man insane, insane
We are going to paris
It rains and it rains
We are going to paris
In a ship with red sails
We are going to paris
In a ship with red sails
song performed by by Waterboys
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Paris in Spring
The city's all a-shining
Beneath a fickle sun,
A gay young wind's a-blowing,
The little shower is done.
But the rain-drops still are clinging
And falling one by one --
Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,
And spring-time has begun.
I know the Bois is twinkling
In a sort of hazy sheen,
And down the Champs the gray old arch
Stands cold and still between.
But the walk is flecked with sunlight
Where the great acacias lean,
Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,
And the leaves are growing green.
The sun's gone in, the sparkle's dead,
There falls a dash of rain,
But who would care when such an air
Comes blowing up the Seine?
And still Ninette sits sewing
Beside her window-pane,
When it's Paris, it's Paris,
And spring-time's come again.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Azure-te
(b. davis, d. wolf)
Gone and got the blues in paris,
Paris blues called azure-te.
How can I be blue in paris?
Easy, cause youre far away.
Cant lose this blues,
This azure-te.
Moments, springtime, eiffel tower,
Funny taxes, kids at play.
Paris without you is lonesome,
Yearning more and more each day.
Cant lose this blues,
This azure-te.
~interlude~
If you knew how much I need you,
Youd come back to me to stay.
Having you with me in paris
Really is the only way
To lose this blues,
This azure-te.
Cant lose this blues,
This azure-te.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Lovers In Paris
Nomore going lower,
Babie lets go higher,
Me and you on the tower,
Lovers in Paris
Je t'aime
Nomore of the oldest,
Babie strive for the newest,
The water is bluest,
Lovers in Paris,
Je t'aime
Nolonger be bitter,
Your eyes shall glitter,
The grass is now greener,
Lovers in Paris
Je t'aime
Take a closer look,
Shall I write you a book,
You and your new look,
Lovers in Paris
Je t'aime
Through water or by air,
Solong we reach there,
Without fright or fear,
Lovers in Paris,
Je t'aime
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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